Stelm: Hey guys and gals seconds chapter and time to see a little bit more violence (Hooraay!). A little bit more pawning than dueling but I won't spoil it for you. I know the last chapter was a lot of inner thoughts but this one is going to be a little similar but it's going to get better promise. Just want to send a hit out for all those people who make Khajiit and let them pawn Argonians, I have something for you in this chapter.

Riften's Finest

"Black-Briar Mead from Sibbi Black-Briar himself my friends." Bajee said raising his tankard to me. The metal made a dull clanking sound and I took it all in one. It was only because I didn't want to look like a pussy did I keep it down. Damn my amphibian throat. What did that bastard Sibbi want to do, kill us?

I finished my drink as soon as Bajee did. All Argonians had that trait, the endless throat trait. Kept us alive just in case we opened our mouths swimming back in Argonia. Bajee didn't look to different than I did. My scales were a brownish color and were Bajee's. He had two long horns and orange feathers. Me I had short horns lining the sides of my head and purple feathers. His jaw was smooth mine had horns dotting up it. Well now that I look at it we didn't look to alike, are scales did make everything look similar though, the other things were just details.

"So you're still paying for this year's college funds?" Bajee asked a genuine look of concern on his face. I was the only one in the whole gang who knew more than a simple flame spell.

"Nope the job we did last time plus the money from home covered it till the start of next year's school season." I said confidently, it felt good to be free of debts. Didn't blame the school though. It took a lot of gold to keep the college standing.

"That's good. The homeland, Argonia. Love it, haven't been back in a long time, maybe I'll take a visit. You look at the books and you will see Argonia had never been this big. Morrowind and all. Bet those slavers thought they were big back then. Fuck there still some of them out there now…" Bajee was saying and from that point he started going on and on about Argonian history. I was just sitting there waiting for my next assignment.

"Sir the Khajiit band just got in town." An Argonian goon said bursting through the door in the middle of Bajee rant on the Stormcloaks not letting Argonians into the gates of Windhelm back in the Battles with the Stormcloaks.

"Ok sorry about my little rant just do this thing for me. Go to that old bar with that Redgaurd bar maiden and all those Nord…" The mob boss started before I cut him off.

"Yah I know the place. Good talking to you." I said walking out the room. Should of said nice listening to you but I didn't feel like being too much of a smart ass today.

15 minutes later…

I love Jummeja (the band of thieves Beeja controlled). They suited me up with a full set of light resistant armor under a tunic. Both were pretty nice themselves. I would have put a warmth spell on it but the tight leather armor made it unnecessary. Plus I didn't have a lot of time. The trade off would occur at midnight. Argonians as you have guessed don't deal with Khajiit often but we were doing that exact thing today.

I had a satchel with me containing a total of 1,000 septims. For it we would get a box full of skooma. I had a new guy with me for that. Name was Jeeli. He was an Argonian like me. A skinny guy like me too. Didn't ever consider him muscle. We did jobs before and I kinda felt responsible for him. He joined the same day I did and we kinda had to prove ourselves as the days went by. He did some of the more sneaky stuff and I blasted away with my magic. Anyway Jeeli was waiting for me in the bar.

I dashed through Riften's late night traffic. Mostly just the normal scum. A few high class prostitutes and a heavily armed sell sword caught my wandering eye but they were space and far in between. Twas pretty cold with the tunic and armor but such was Skyrim's winter weather.

"Jet." A voice called out from beside me as I walked into the bar. My head twitched to the right and I sighed in relief as I saw it was only Jeeli. The bar maiden looked as though she was just going to witness a murder.

"Damn Jeeli don't scare me like that." I said motioning for him to follow me to a table at the far edge of the room.

I swear we had waited for an era or twenty. I would have gone back to HQ but I knew that Jeeli couldn't handle the deal by himself. Fuck I couldn't handle this; it seemed like it at least. Usually we had about four or five guys out here with us. However most of the crew were handling a complex ship hijacking job up north in Windhelm. I knew because I made them all enchanted cloaks.

"Where are these fur balls? You know when these guys say midnight they mean it and know they're not here." Jeeli said draining down another thing of mead.

"Well you know when a Khajiit starts lying right?" I asked downing another tankard myself. Whoever made this drink should get executed, more water than a mead.

"When?" The Argonian man asked opening his mouth slightly aka the Argonian equivalent to a smile.

"When they start growing hair!" I said, damn I loved that punch line. We both exploded in laughter, neither of us were intoxicated we were just a comedic people. Should have said it earlier because they say when you speak of devils they appear and before we could stop laughing a group of three Khajiit came in.

Great we were outnumbered. All three were armed with swords and knives on their sides. I knew however that a good shock of chain lightning would clear all of that up, but I knew if any murders happened the Thieves Guild we be all on our asses. Saying thieves shouldn't kill and all that bullshit. It didn't take me a day for me to get tired of them saying that that BD was a part of their guild. Why would BD even consider joining the Thieves Guild when he could shout and control magic unlike any else.

Anyway the guys came in and noticed us instantly. We were the Argonians in the bar, which wasn't exactly empty. The place had a traveling bard and a blonde Nord who led men upstairs to bring them down trousers torn. The patrons were drunk out their heads about now. A few fights had started earlier but an Orc who obviously was hired, threw them out in the streets.

"Senjo I presume." I said in the most business like voice I could muster.

"Zuvejjet and Jeeli. Let's get to business then." The Khajiit said and I could swear I heard Jeeli say something along the lines of finally.

I slid the satchel over to the Khajiit. Jeeli opened up the box and nodded at me. The Khajiit shifted through the satchel and nodded. A t the white colored Khajiit. The Khajiit didn't move out his hand to seal the deal or anything. I didn't feel disappointed at all, wouldn't touch this guy with a long sword unless I was swinging it.

"Well it seems everything is-"

"Jeeli get down!" I screamed as a few arrows hit the wood above our heads. I could barely make out them coming from the window, damn good archers because they got the white Khajiit through his left eye. The Orc saw what was happening first and ran to the door, followed by a few of the less drunk patrons.

As soon as they got there however an explosion ripped apart half of the bar. Smoke filled the room. I cast magelight spell and saw the remaining Khajiit were taking defensive positions around overturned tables. As soon as the smoke started to rise to the top of the room I could hear the Nord woman upstairs scream. Down running downstairs I half expected it to be an Imperial. Ready to bust our operation or maybe a racist Nord who wanted to eradicate Skyrim of "outsiders".

I was wrong either way. The man who ran downstairs was a Dunmer. I saw his ebony daggers still fresh with blood. Poor Nordic whore. I readied my firebolt, and took a quick glance at Jeeli he had already retreated beside me with his dwarven daggers at ready. They still glowed with the red hue put on by me when I enchanted it with fire damage.

As the Dumner in all black ran for me I made sure I was ready. I looked at the Khajiit. They were still in cover, no help. I threw my bolts when he was close but he seemed to move so fast my eyesight seemed to be fooling me. Next thing you know I had a dagger a foot from my neck. I used my elbow to deflect the quick stabbing motion. I followed up with flaming fist of justice that crash landed on the Dunmer's jaw. As the Dark Elf tried to shake the flames of his face he fell into a table. He fell down and cursed. As he got up all I could see is pure hate. The red eyes caught me for a second and I soon felt woozy, and it definitely wasn't the smoke. I looked at my shoulder and I saw an orange foam forming. As soon as I looked the Dunmer was on me again. I conjured a bound dagger and quickly parried the strike. The next swing missed and as the Dunmer moved to counter attack a dagger point appeared on the Dunmer's throat. As it slid out I saw Jeeli behind him standing victorious as the Dunmer fell down to the ground dead.

That was only the first one. A trio came in the door and the redgaurd bar maiden ran out with an iron long sword to defend her bar. She ended with an ebony dagger to her forehead. The rest of the people who were in the bar started to the same thing. They were like pigs running to the butcher.

I could barely watch. All that death and only one of the Dunmer trio was dead. The Khajiit duo came out of their cover and threw a fire bolt at the exact time at the Dunmer on the right. The Dunmer did the same blur and landed his dagger on the Khajiit's neck. The other Khajiit managed to stab the Dunmer in the rib but that was it.

"You get the injured one I get the tall one." I said and I threw a fireball at the Dunmer. He flew into the wall and smirked as I ran towards him. I could hear the clash of daggers behind me. I casted an oakflesh spell on myself and tried my best to look determined.

"TIID!" I shouted my whole head vibrating as I did. I could feel it through my whole body, the shout.

Time slowed as I intended and I rushed at the man with my bound dagger. The dagger buried itself in the man's heart and I stabbed again and again. "That's from Riften." I said feeling a bit of retribution before I saw Jeeli getting pummeled, by hand. The daggers were both in different places on the wall.

I threw a fireball at the Dunmer and he flew into a flaming wall, it was only by luck did he land close to his own dagger. He recovered quickly and ran towards me. Red eyes shining brightly, fire almost covering his body, and all. My bound dagger had already disappeared to where ever bound weapons go when they die and I had two balls of blizzard. Glad I learned a while ago how to cast a destruction spell without freezing, burning, or electrocuting myself. I casted the spell with both hands and the Dunmer fell back not dead but definitely dying.

I could hear the Dunmer saying something, and as I got closer he looked at me with that same face full of hate. He tried to spit at me but it just landed on his chin. I decided I would leave the man here with the flames.

I looked at my companion beaten to a pulp with a few stab marks at his shoulder. The Dunmer wanted him to suffer. I restored the man's wounds and lifted him on my back. I used feather on him to lighten him up and charged on outside. As soon as I got outside I wanted to shout but I knew that it wasn't safe. I felt it was safer to shout once per day.

So what I did I dodged to incoming arrows and targeted where they came from. Two fireballs and both of them were toast. The next volley of arrows came from the city guard who had surrounded the area. The whole town seemed to be going to hell. The flames roared behind us and I wanted to jump but decided to just run my way out of town. We'd go to HQ in the morning.

I didn't leave the city squeaky clean. A city guard's arrow hit its mark and an archmage's fireball threw me out the castle walls. I didn't dare look back. I did my best to restore Jeeli and it seemed to be working I didn't stop running until I found myself going into a swamp, perfect I thought as I swam through the murky depths, my argonian brother still on my back. As I later resurfaced I saw the guards had long given up. We slept in that same island. Even with all my restoration magic my argonian brother didn't survive the night. You never know depression until you have to bury someone you talked to an hour later.

Stelm: Well that's the chapter. A little look into the two sides of Zuvejjet next chapter will look back into College life and you will meet another big character.